The sweetest thing.

Asos french bulldog jumper (I KNOW): £22. Debenhams jeans. Cath Kidston ric rac mug. Look of pure sugar-enthused delight: c/o Bettys Tea Rooms.

Me and Bettys, we go waaay back. I have no photographic evidence - shock! horror! - but I visited back in 2011 when visiting my friend Sam in York for the first time. Having zero money as students with poor life choices (we went to Willow in York - need I say more?), we shared an afternoon tea for one downstairs in the St Helen's Square team room (on the map, above) and decided that was quite enough cute for the weekend. Fast forward four years and my days have been sorrowfully Bettys-free, until an email arrived in my inbox which I replied to quick enough to give me indigestion: Bettys was popping up in Islington for one day only.

As someone who actively avoids heading into town/into full-blown pollution clouds on the weekend, it was a welcome change to my usual trips on the train as I could amble along to meet Charlotte to take these photos before heading over to the venue. Popping to Bettys was like stepping into your best friend's; plenty of smiles and plenty of sweet treats. We started off the day by learning how to ice our own french fancies before prepping for the ultimate afternoon tea/flat lay situation. It was definitely more hands on than my previous Bettys experience, but who'd mind mucking in when there are mousse mice to be eaten? The sugar crush was warded off when I got home by getting changed into my new favourite jumper (two words: French. Bulldog.) and having a little read through the 'Who's Betty?' selection of short stories.

Because, if anything's my cup of tea, it's a good slice of cake (heh).

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Your love washes over, like a tidal wave.

Shirt dress: c/o Boohoo. Hobbs boots: £40 (old). Metal bag: c/o Boohoo. Warehouse belt: about 75p (fill a bag sample sales are GOD, but not good for exact prices). Catarzi camel fedora: £25.

Hey look, it's not a LFW post! Don't get me wrong, I've spent weekends lost in car parks before (probably in Soho too, knowing what a night out on Greek Street's like) but I thought I'd leave Brewer Street carpark and the catwalks to the professionals for another season and spend my time at the seaside instead. When not in London...

As it's one of the last sunny weekends of the year, I thought I'd get the milk bottle legs out for one last jaunt in the sunshine. This dress might be on the short side, but everyone will have forgotten by the next time it's no tights weather (in June 2016), so I 100% went for it. I've not been feeling very 'me' recently when getting dressed each morning, but I love the cut of this one and will be wearing it without the belt and with the 120 deniers once Autumn properly shows up.

In a mild spate of ingenuity, there are a couple of new features (lol, let's be honest, I mean "fings wot arn't photos") I'm super sad excited about sharing with you. I'm looking to add a few more extra elements into posts because I finally taught myself how to make gifs and the novelty hasn't worn off yet. There's also a little map so you can see where these photos were taken and go explore yourself. Unless it's in my home, then you'll have to ask politely for an invitation to tea. I'll make sure there aren't hundreds because my 3G isn't unlimited and totally get it, but would love to know what you think of these new touches?

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My mind would rule my heart.

Vintage check blouse: £6, via Ark. Asos petite shorts: £28. Warehouse lace up flats: £29 with staff discount. Karen Millen patent mini bag: £5, via sample sale (on sale in black and cream). Rotary watch: gift. Topshop 'Really Ruby' lipstick (discontinued :( but similar).

Looking for a lovely, relaxing weekend full of chilled café stops and calm walks along the river? I wouldn't rate Cambridge all that highly (come on tourists, do you need to be in packs of fifty???). In naïve fashion, I'd nagged my mum to go there for about six months as I hadn't been since January 2012 (second photo) thinking it'd be, in the words of that Cards Against Humanity card I couldn't get rid of yesterday, 'sunshine and rainbows'. Don't get me wrong, Cambridge is a beautiful city and I always love visiting, but a sunny Saturday in August is prime slow-walker time and tested my patience more than you'd believe. Unless, of course, you've seen me stuck behind someone who can't use a self-serve till at the supermarket... #21stcenturyrage

As you'd expect from watching all eight Harry Potter films, Cambridge is filled to the brim with beautiful architecture, independent shops (tell me more about this fudge kitchen's free samples) and a load of punts. As far as recommendations go, the shops on Rose Cres are the nicest and the everyman cinema is worth visiting, but on this trip we mainly just wandered around keeping my Moves app happy, rather than spending all the money in Jo Malone/antique book shops. Because seriously, if the above bookshop had been open, I would have spent some serious money on the first edition of Wilde's Earnest. If you know someone who's studying there and are a student too, then I'd definitely recommend staying with them as you get into the colleges free/discounted/pretend to be studying there too more convincingly, as some of the colleges are upwards of £10 to enter at the usual rate, and I'd rather spend a tenner on postcards at the Fitzwilliam Museum. If there weren't quite so many people around it'd be a much nicer place to visit, but, crowds aside, there's no better place to feel smug that you can pronounce the name 'Gonville and Caius' correctly.

Back to Essex, and I'm going to spend today indoors, sparing a thought for the poor souls at V festival in the rain down the road (haha, jk, suckers).

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Now I'm off to the races.

Asos beaded necklace dress: £36 (similar). Christian Louboutin Pigalle: £75, charity shop. Whistles clutch bag: House of Fraser (similar). Pandora bracelet: Joshua James Jewellery. Vintage and Forever 21 rings. Essie 'Maximillian Strasse Her" nail varnish.

From black skinnies to stiletto heels - could this outfit possibly be any more different to my last one? I was invited to Ladies Day at Royal Ascot on Thursday by Sky, and I thought this was probably the one day of the year I needed to make an effort. Please do note that attempted smoky eye. Followed by suncream and an always magical off-peak journey on the Waterloo and City line (how does that train exist?!), I met Charlie by the dinosaurs at Waterloo to head West, off to the races.

I've never been to the races before (I know, I know, I lived in Liverpool for three years and never made it to the Aintree Races), so I tried on about eight dresses before going for an old faithful - I don't know how those Made In Chelsea types cope with at least one black tie event a week. Everyone else seemed to have less difficulty than myself and looked effortlessly amazing, without a circle of shame in site. The day itself involved a constant supply of sunshine, cheering and royalty, and although I may not be totally convinced of the morals of horse-racing I'm glad I managed to pop along and try it out at least once.

Turning up to a Shoreditch pop-up bar afterwards in a posh frock afterwards did make me feel like a bit of a knob, but a swift change later you'd be hard-pressed to imagine I'd been sharing glances with Queenie earlier.

Want to have a read of some (very well-dressed) attendees' blogs? Click through below!

Charlie | Monica | Jessica | Lottie | Scarlett | Lana | Jess | Josie | Hayley | Gemma | Nicole

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